A Deceitful Beauty

This is a poem I wrote while alone with my thoughts late at night.

These voices inside my head, 

Let me know right from wrong, 

They exist inside themselves, 

And are here to stay for eternity.

Whether they will lead me to happiness, 

Or a destructive life of pain and lies, 

They seem nearly impossible to shake, 

Only time holds the key to the truth. 

I'm shattered on the inside, 

But no one knows my silent cry, 

How each and every prolonging day, 

I am fighting a new dark disaster. 

The question still remains in my head, 

Am I really human, or am I just a monster?

This world I live in has no light at the end, 

All it is is a deep dark hole of sorrow.

Author's Note

Please, comments and critique are welcome.

Reviews

[Funke Kolapo]

Such an ear piercing silent cry. Great work.

[Wynter Ignatius]

So, how was that trip through my head?

In all seriousness, you speak my language with this one in so many ways I had to open with a joke there as it felt right. These words are yours, not mine, but I could see myself saying something quite like this if I had not already (probably so).

Wonderful doesn't do this justice.

[RAOrourke]

well written and the pain and message behind it is brilliantly recieved. Well done

[Bright Ocean Star]

Travis, this one is full of darkness and personal anxiety/tremendous sorrow. There is light in the world...and when we are at our darkest, we need to turn to God and trust him to lead us back to the light. It's there for us all. We just have to seek him out and trust in him, ask Him to bring you out of this darkness. He will.

[Natalie Dieudonne]

I'm shattered on the inside,
But no one knows my silent cry,
How each and every prolonging day,
I am fighting a new dark disaster.

This stanza speaks volumes. I can feel your silent cries through these words. A lot of emotion in this piece.
Nice work.

[Kasey Miriam]

well done. wording and flow are wonderful

[Kamari's]

I enjoyed this its welll wrote and the potrament of how no one knows what goes on inside or heads is well executed

[wordman]

well I like the theme of the poem and you portrayed it well

[Emily]

I like your wording! Keep it up!

[Eddie Davis]

I think your thoughts in this poem are some that all of us share time to time. Inner reflections are sometimes dark journeys. Your ability to ask whether you are human or not usually means that you are indeed human. I imagine not asking that question is the first step into darkness. Very nicely done.